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First published: 20 June 2014

Dream Baby
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Oral, Physic Sex, Rom, Violent Sex, Public Sex

As a police cadet, I knew that it would be frowned upon but I had accepted Frank's invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in the mountains. I had spent six weeks sweltering in the classroom; the West Coast had been unseasonably hot and summer was only just beginning, Idaho was experiencing freak tornadoes sweeping southwards across the state. The high winds were picking up heat from Nevada, making it the hottest June for a hundred years and all that heat was being channelled down the back of the Sierra Madre Mountains, drawing moisture from the farms in the valley and dumping all that heat and humidity over the tri-state area. For the first time in my memory the prevalent on-shore winds that cooled the bay area in the summer were being overpowered by the superheated off-shore wind.

Frank Simpson was from the central precinct, a detective with over twenty year's seniority, he had been lecturing us on, 'The real world of modern policing!' Frank started his lecture with a bit of a joke, "I apologise for the heat in the lecture hall, the air conditioning was only designed to cope with Californian heat, not the surface of the sun, so to cool things down we need an Icebreaker, so I'd like each cadet in turn to tell the group their date of birth, the high school they graduated from and the name of their first pet, if you had a pet that is!"

When it was my turn to stand up, after telling the group my details, Frank had held up his hands to stop Roberta Stine standing up, he looked at me, his hard exterior seemed to mellow for a moment as he thought back, "You were born on the day I graduated from this very academy Cadet Clark, Now I do feel old!" So, how did I get from standing up giving my details in front of my classmates to agreeing to spend the weekend in Frank's cabin in the High Sierra Madre Mountains? Well, it's a little convoluted but I'll try not to bore you with too much detail.

There were twenty cadets in my class, six female like me and fourteen male, I was the seventh to speak at the icebreaker, now I have to say at this point, I'm a keen diarist, and being female, things like birthdays and anniversaries are important to me, I assumed that the nineteen other people in my group may be important to me in my future career in the police force so, as each cadet gave us their date of birth I scribbled a quick note in my pad, name, date and high school, not too much detail but I would transfer it into my diary and address book later.

At eleven forty-five Frank started to wind up his lecture, the subject was a little boring but Frank's delivery was very good, he was an entertaining orator and added just enough humour to keep everyone entertained and attentive, "Right, just fifteen minutes before we all go to lunch together, now it's your turn to do a little work, next Monday, you'll all be out in 'Black and Whites' for the first time, riding the streets, observing real officers in the field, apart from cadet Clark, the first person to tell me the date of my graduation will get to ride along with me instead of uniform!"

I looked around the sea of blank faces, not one of them had actually been really listening to the icebreaker, Frank didn't look disappointed at all, he did this lecture several times a year and had never had to take anyone on a ride-along with him, "No one, looks like I keep my passenger seat free yet again!" Frank waited for my objection, every lecture, the cadet he had chosen to use for his graduation date, and it was a different date for each lecture, just the cadet sitting in seventh place each time! I didn't, it had seemed very reasonable to me that Frank wouldn't relish a cadet in his car all week. One of my fellow students did object though, Peter Thorn, the cadet that everyone had said was unsuited to police work, he should be studying law so that he could go into defence law, stood up for me.

"Cadet Clark, turn your note pad over please!" I did as requested, "Could you please tell me the date of birth and high school for cadet Thorn?" Instinctively I began to shake my head, then a picture suddenly popped into my head, I hadn't really been paying attention during the icebreaker just like everyone else but I had been writing it all down, the picture of shorthand from my pad popped into my head, I visualised the school and the date, told the group and got a gasp of disbelief from my fellow students.

Frank asked another cadet to stand; I quickly scanned down the picture of my notepad in my head and again hit the school and date on the nose. "It looks like I have a new partner for the week! Time for lunch everybody!"

I collected my food from the servery and Frank invited me to sit with him, we had been encouraged for the past six weeks to sit with our class, even to the point that we sat in alphabetical order, just as we did every other activity, I followed Frank to a small table, usually used by visiting lecturers but usually, they would be sitting with the commandant or one of the other training staff. I looked nervously at the empty place where I had sat for the previous six weeks; even though I wasn't there the space had been left vacant by my classmates.

'lunch conversation was equally as entertaining as his lecture, apart from my family I had never 'really' talked to an older man before and Frank was certainly an eye-opener. Men of my own age were only interested in one thing, even the guys on the training course with me had all hit on me at some point in the six weeks. No one had ever mentioned anything but I got the feeling that of the six women in the group I was the only one who hadn't 'doubled-up' in a dormitory during the previous six weeks. We would be moving out to one of the various precincts in the city the following week and another intake of students would be taking over the twenty rooms in the new-entrant accommodation block.

I, like most of my fellow cadets would be returning home to our parent's houses for the weekend and after assignment to a precinct, would, like me, be looking for an apartment someplace close to the precinct's headquarters. Because Frank had chosen me and he was from Central, that would mean that by default, I would spend my next six weeks in Central and, quite possibly the next several years, until I started looking for promotion, you seldom got promoted within a precinct, unless you were exceptionally good.

When I turned up at central on the Monday morning, no one had any idea what to do with me, it turned out that central didn't have a training policy for new cadets as they preferred to offer the graduating cadet with the highest marks a place rather than taking the time to train new cadets themselves. Frank was called on his mobile phone; he had been on a call all night and so wasn't expected to be in too early. I was handed the phone, Frank asked if I was in uniform and when I told him that I was he told me to hand the phone back to the desk sergeant, they had a conversation for a minute and the phone was hung up.

"Right Cadet Clark, you are to walk to Columbus Plaza, find Officer Watkins, observe him while he works with witnesses on their statements, take careful note of any salient points, get Officer Watkins to take you home so that you can change into civilian clothes, then report back here for lunch with Detective Simpson and be prepared to brief him with Officer Watkins on the salient points of the crime!"

So the first morning wasn't overly exciting, lunch was, unlike at the academy, a sandwich and coffee in Frank's cubicle in the detective's office. Sam Watkins did most of the talking while I listened intently and followed my own notes, I interrupted Sam only once to mention a point that I thought significant but that Sam hadn't mentioned, neither Sam nor Frank thought it significant but it had proved that I had taken accurate notes of the mornings interviews. Frank thanked Sam Watkins for his help on the witness statements and Sam left us.

Frank sat thoughtfully for a moment, then he almost jumped to his feet, "Right, enough of all this scientific approach, I need to go and kick down a door or two!" I followed Frank to his car and sat at his side as he committed seventeen moving traffic violations and one or two acts of god too. We stopped at a seedy apartment block, "Whoever got into the shop was agile and could handle electronics, Billy the Cat has been quiet for two years but this had his MO written all over it!"

Frank pressured Billy the Cat, it was obvious that he wasn't involved, the aging plaster cast on his leg would have made a second story job difficult but Billy did let something slip, he had been teaching one of the local kids how to 'repair' electronic circuit boards, Billy's legitimate occupation for the previous two years was TV repairs, the young man, he was a delivery driver, working sometimes for the shop in Columbus Plaza that had been hit the previous evening.

In the car Frank said, "Well?" "Well what?" "Check your notepad, do you have a Sanchez listed?" I flicked through my notes, "Yep, only one!" "Did you bother to take down his home address?" I nodded my head, Frank drove to Sanchez's house and while he did, I used Frank's Mobile phone to ring the store to find out any other information they had on the delivery driver. I managed to get his parent's address, which was useful as Sanchez wasn't at home. He was however at his parent's house; along with fifty thousand dollars worth of big screen TV's.

Frank allowed me to cuff Sanchez and sit him in the back of the paddy-wagon that Frank called in, Frank checked his watch, "Twelve hours and seven minutes, not bad for your first assist, your fellow classmates won't be that lucky for five or six weeks yet!"

Tuesday and Wednesday were less exciting, as was most police work, two other detectives were working on a rape and murder case, well, a serial rape and murder case, that seemed to be the most exciting ticket in central at that time but Frank and I weren't on it. I had been looking over the screen that separated Frank's area from the main case, looking at the incident board with each incident outlined on it, there wasn't any kind of pattern to the crimes, different days of the week, different places but all of the girls were blond and freshmen at the local college.

The dates were running through my head, two of them popped up in my diary, I had been to see a heavy metal band on two of the nights, not a professional band, they were a tribute band to Deaf Leopard. No one had managed to find out where the girls had spent the night before they were killed or any other kind of connection between them other than they were freshmen in college and that they had all mistakenly walked alone from the bus out on the highway, along one of the many miles of pathways into the college on their way to their dorm room.

Frank was in with the Captain getting his arse chewed off a little for picking me out to ride along with him. As I was at a loose end and was probably about to get my own ass kicked out of central and into one of the boon-dock precincts, I didn't have a whole lot to lose, I sat at Frank's PC, I sidestepped the official law enforcement protocols and got a port out to the wider world, I typed the band's name into Google and got their home page, they had gigs in the city on each of the nights that the girls had been killed, it was a leap of faith but as the girls all had traces of drugs in their systems according to their autopsy reports, i guessed that the girls had probably all been to the band's gigs.

I caught Frank the moment he got free of the captain, I showed him the screen and got my own ass chewed a little for using the internet on Frank's PC, I pointed out the dates on the band's homepage, "The band were playing on every night of a killing, they may not be the link, there could be something similar out there!" I said, just then, one of the detectives on the murder saw Frank's screen, "Hey, Kelly Smith, the third victim had that same poster on her wall in her dorm room!" Frank's head almost spun off his shoulders, he looked from the detective to me, "Victoria, go through the notes with Detective Green, see if any of the other girls were into your band while I go and have a word with the chief!"

Three of the four victims had links to the group, either posters or music in their collections, the group's next gig was that night, I found myself sitting in the Captain's office with Frank and the team assigned to the murder case, the girl's time of death had been different in each case but they all lined up with the time of the bus following the end of one of the group's gigs, the link was tenuous but a million miles better than anything that they had found so far.

Detective Green threw in a comment more as a joke than a serious statement, "Pity Vicky's a redhead, she's almost exactly the same age and build as three of the four victims!" Suddenly all heads were focussed on me, the crime situation board was directly behind me, I did in fact resemble three of the women very closely, "Don't even think about it!" Frank said eventually, "She's only had six weeks of classroom training and one week in the field, don't even think of suggesting what it looks like you're about to suggest!"

I was baffled, no one had even said what was on Frank's mind; well, apart from a weak joke by Detective Green. There was a whirlwind of chatter between the eight men in the room, I was just sitting back trying to keep up with the tennis match of chatter shooting back and forth, at some point it seemed that I had agreed to something, it sounded like everyone thought it was very dangerous but me, I found myself out in Columbus Plaza shopping area with the captain's secretary and a list of labels from the clothing worn by one of the victims.

A crop-top blouse, micro mini skit, four inch high boots and a bad quality blond wig, all paid for by the police department. While I was dressing and doing my makeup, one of my fellow cadets was being co-opted in to help, he was off duty and was told that he could have a good drinking session on the department and Friday off work to get over it, he had to stay with me all night, get drunk, have a fight with me and I was to head off for the bus back to a dorm on the college campus.

I had been told to pretend to be a little drunk on the bus and to miss the stop for the first pathway to the campus accommodation, four of the five main paths from the various feeder routes out to the college had already been used by the killer, Frank wanted me to be walking in on the path that the killer hadn't used so far, the longest, the least used and the worst lit pathway into the campus.

The music was great, the third time I had heard the band in just a few weeks and they just got better and better every time, strange that a killer could be enjoying the same music that I was enjoying and stranger still that I was dressed in the exact same costume that a young woman had already been killed in once.

Cadet Patterson played his part well, he did in fact get very drunk and, although I had beaten him several times in the self-defence class at the academy, I allowed him to overpower me, to hit me in the face and then to throw me out of the bar, just before the final set from the band. I was hobbling; as Patterson threw me out of the club he busted the heel off of one of my boots. I found the bus in the central depot; it wasn't the last bus of the evening, that would have been almost full of student's heading back to the campus.

There were five of us travelling out of the city on the bus, a couple, two single men and me, I sat at the back of the bus, I was sobbing into my hands and trying to look like I was a little out of my head. The bus stopped several times and people came and went, then we approached the college, I looked through my fingers, the couple got off the bus at the stop I should have used if I was a regular student heading home.

There was a man sitting behind the driver and I left on the bus, just two more stops before the bus turned and headed back into the city again. The man was about to stand up and get off the bus, he looked back at me then sat down again, as the bus started to leave the stop I jumped to my feet, I took seven steps forward and fell onto one of the empty seats, I spent several seconds getting back onto my feet, I pressed the stop call button but we were on a freeway section, no stopping until the pull off by the fifth path.

I was using my peripheral vision to check out the guy, he smiled at my discomfort at missing my stop, I muttered "I'll have to walk miles back now!" As if to myself, but just loud enough for the man at the front to hear. I got off the bus alone and cursed silently to myself, it would be a million to one chance that the rapist and killer would just be lurking in the bushes on the off-chance that a girl would walk past just at that moment, and anyway, if he had been in the bushes he would definitely have heard the eight police officers moving into position along the mile long path.

As I stepped through the gate and onto the college site, I heard the hiss of the bus's breaks, the bus was right at the edge of the pull-in, waiting to get out into the flow of traffic, then the second hiss of the doors opening and closing. I was stumbling along in my broken boots, I was about to take them off and walk in bare feet but there was only the one person left to get off the bus and he had been with me since the depot in the city, so, as it was making a lot of noise I continued to stumble along in my broken boots.

The guy had almost stumbled over Frank in the bushes; Frank was about to trail me from the cover of college woods, Frank had thought on his toes and frozen like a statue as the guy passed him in the total darkness. The man had kept to the bushes, using the sound of my dragging boots to keep close to me from inside the bushes and undergrowth. The guy also walked past another hidden detective as he followed my sound trail; at about a half a mile into the pathway, the guy leaped from the bushes, I felt a stinging in my upper arm as a syringe full of Flunitrazepam was forced into my shoulder muscle. The man was an expert, his hand was over my mouth and I was naked in a tenth of a second.

I was on my back in the dirt, just beneath an ornamental Copper Beech bush, the guy had his cock out and was trying to aim it at my cunt when all hell broke loose, six of the men looking out for me fell over us under the bush, in the dark, they had been following the sounds my boots were making on the concrete path and as soon as the sounds stopped all of the police officers had converged on the area of the last sound they had heard, that was my muffled scream as the hand clamped over my mouth.

Under normal circumstances I would have been able to beat the guy off but he really had taken me by surprise, I had been expecting him to have followed me along the path, he wouldn't have been able to do that without my hearing something as he got close but I had expected the bushes to have been safe as it was supposed to be full of coppers, rather than Copper Beeches and rapists, even with that proviso, I should have still been able to defend myself after the initial shock of the attack but the injection of Flunitrazepam, high on my shoulder had stopped that arm from working instantly and was working across my shoulders in an instant, quickly freezing my other arm before closing down the rest of my body.

As my attacker was handcuffed and an ambulance called to pick me up, one of the detectives, who had crashed his car through the gate at the end of the path and driven the half mile to where I was lying, had hit me with an Adrenalin pen from his first aid kit.

The killers attack on me had pointed to how he had killed all the other girls. The drug that he injected into me was usually taken orally, hitting it directly into one of my major muscles had started to paralyze my body, not in the gentle way as my stomach would have absorbed and distributed the drug evenly throughout my system, the injection was paralyzing me from my throat first, the killer had raped the girls and as they choked and convulsed to death he rode them, climaxing into them only on the point of death.

I should have died too but somehow the Adrenaline had kicked my heart into high gear, keeping things going inside my body until the paramedics arrived through the broken gateway opened up by Detective Green's car.

I was in hospital all day Friday, the antidote to the Flunitrazepam had worked and I was safe to go home in a few hours but the police doctor insisted on a further twelve hours of observations. Frank picked me up, I had insisted that my parent's hadn't been informed, I had left a message on their service that I was going to stop over at a friend's house to cover my bait assignment without worrying them.

"You did good kid, there was a shit-storm at work, everyone from the Mayor to the Senator have been raising hell with the chief but he's cool about everything, well, as cool as anyone can get in one-ten degrees and sixty-eight percent humidity in an office with broken central air, but you, you did great. You want me to take you home to your parent's house?" "What are the other options, I don't think I could face them like this!" "Well, I'm off to my cabin in the Sierra Madre Mountains this weekend, ten miles away from the nearest phone or television!" "I don't have any clothes with me!" "What you have on now will do fine!" I was dressed in a hospital gown, the kind with no back in it and just three tapes to hold it closed.

Frank had brought my work clothes from the office and the clothes that I had been wearing when I was attacked, he held up both sets, "You chose which you'd like to wear for the trip!"

We stopped at a restaurant for an early dinner, Frank didn't ask once just how close I had come to being fucked by the rapist, he knew it had been close and that he may actually have gotten his cock in me, I had been swabbed out my the FME but no signs of sperm were found, I hadn't been able to answer the question when asked by the rape crisis detective when she had interviewed me earlier, the drug had stopped me moving anything and had also stopped any feelings returning from my lower body.

Dinner was great, Frank treated it just like we were on a proper date, he had been asked several times if I was his daughter as our age difference was so great but he had laughed it off each time.

Frank's mountain retreat was a typical log cabin, rustic on the outside, a large deck cantilevered out over the side of the mountain with a hot tub / spa sunk into it so that you could take in the views as you lounged in the tub. Inside was a different story, it had been decorated to look like a 'Club Med' Condo with every luxury but no TV or telephone in sight, Frank turned his phone towards me to show that it was out of service area.

"I could rinse your clothes through for you, you know, your blouse, bra and panties, so you can have something fresh to wear to work on Monday morning!" "I don't have anything else to wear for the rest of the weekend if you do that, the 'tramp costume' is all ripped to pieces!" "I was hoping we wouldn't be needing clothes again this weekend, I'll be a gentleman if you insist and promise not to try anything on with you!"

Frank sent me out to the hot tub, when I was in the water he collected my clothes, Frank was naked, he had a very well-toned body, he could easily have passed for ten or even fifteen years younger, not at all what I had expected to see of the older detective at all. Frank started the machine washing my clothes and his underpants and vest so that they would be ready for Monday before joining me in the hot tub and turning the spa jets on.

Frank was the perfect gentleman for all of five minutes, he made a move on me, reassuring me that he would stop the moment I said stop or no, then he made love to me for over an hour before trying to touch me between my legs, I stopped him, "I'd rather my first time be in a comfortable bed Frank!"

I was led by the hand to Frank's bedroom, which was a mezzanine overlooking the sitting area, I was dried and pampered before being laid on my back on cool cotton sheets, As Frank was about to nail me I stopped him again and pulled the towel under my bottom. I settled down and got comfortable before nodding my head and Frank drilled into me. The pain was nowhere close to what I had been led to expect by my mother when I was a young girl but the blood involved was just as described. My first ever orgasm was delivered by Frank, just moments before he pulled his hips back and sprayed his seed all over my belly, "I'm sorry, I may have been a little slow in pulling out, I think I left some spunk in you!" Frank washed me out as best as he could before kissing me goodnight and spooning against my back as he fell asleep.

I had never shared a bed with anyone in my life before, not even as a school girl, I had never had a sleep-over at any friend's house. I often had difficulty in sleeping, whenever the lights were turned out my head suddenly filled with voices and it took me hours to ignore them all enough to fall asleep. On top of the Sierra Madre Mountain, in bed with Frank, there was no cacophony of voices, for the first time in my life; there was just Frank's voice or more, Frank's thoughts or dreams swimming about in my head.

I had never experienced anything like it in my life before and I was wondering where all the rest of the voices had disappeared too and was it really Frank's thoughts in my head or was it something just inside of me. Suddenly I could hear a bush rustling behind me, and the 'clip, scrape' sound of broken boots on a concrete path, I heard Frank say, "He's behind me, he hasn't followed Vicky down the path!"

I watched the whole event of the previous evening as if through Frank's eyes, I felt the panic in Frank's mind when he realised that the killer had struck and the relief when he realised I was still alive and two of his friends were hauling the rapist off of me. Then the feeling of excitement as Detective Green's headlights illuminated my naked body in the dirt. I asked myself if Frank had been excited by my naked body or at the thought that I may have been raped already and that they had been too late to actually save me, Frank suddenly got an erection against my bottom even though he was still sound asleep.

I thought to myself, 'This is interesting!' Then I looked down at myself lying on the ground, naked in the car's headlights, I imagined myself opening my legs and in the picture from Frank's head, I watched as I opened my legs. Frank's cock jumped against my bottom, then I rolled back the video, I left the car in place though so that Frank could see and I placed the rapist back on top of me.

I played the scene over several times, in no time at all I was very experienced at exciting Frank inside his sleeping mind, when I made the rape scene graphic and violent Frank's cock responded more and more each time and in the final run through I had the rapist strangle me as he fucked me and at the point that the murderer ejaculated so did Frank, his climax woke him and as soon as his eyes opened the film running inside my head ended.

I reached for a tissue and started to wipe my back and bum, Frank was desperately apologetic, he actually said, "God I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!" "I do, and from the feel of it, it was about a half a pint!"

I closed my eyes and for the first time in living memory I fell asleep in total silence. Frank woke me with breakfast at eight o'clock in the morning, he apologised again for his 'wet dream' in the middle of the night and I just laughed, "You must have been having a very erotic dream, I've heard of men having 'night visits' if they haven't had sex in a while but not within two hours of hosing a woman's belly down with spunk!"

It felt strange walking around on top of the mountain in the nude, down in the city and on the coast it was a hundred and ten degrees, by Frank's cabin it was eighty degrees, not overly hot but not cool enough to need to dress. I found a patch of sand with a steel pin driven into it at each end, being a city girl I had never seen a horse shoe tossing rink in real life, just on TV and in films, I raked over the sand, it was several inches deep, Frank didn't want a shoe skipping onto the pin if it fell short, when I was sure that I had all the small stones out of the sand I found a tarp and pegged it out over the sand before looking for Frank.

I asked Frank if he would help me with my self-defence, Frank just wanted to relax, he often worked twenty days straight without a break longer than four hours for sleep, so when he managed to get to his cabin, all he usually did was relax on his deck and read a little. "If you pin me to the dirt, you can fuck me!" Frank almost strained a muscle jumping to his feet so quickly.

When Frank saw the way I had prepared his sand trap he smiled, "Looks like I could really throw you down here without hurting you too much!" "In your dreams!" The only fighting I had ever done had been at the academy, fighting to academy rules, one cadet attacking and one defending, it had been twenty years since Frank had been at the academy and in that time, Frank had learned to fight a little dirty.

I had been the best cadet in the fight classes and managed to block most of Frank's blows until he 'sold me a dummy' and while I was at the register paying, he caught me on the chin with a full cross cut, sending me spinning to the floor. Frank jumped back and apologised profusely for connecting with my chin but he didn't jump back as far as he did when I made a sweeping kick from the floor aimed at his genitals, "You're not going to get to fuck me if you don't follow up on your advantages!" I said as I rubbed my chin.

At the academy we usually wore spandex when fighting, girls wore sport bras and boys wore cups, both wore head protection but with all of that said I had always thought of the fight class as very sexual, a little like dancing but with more physical contact. It was a little funny, I had often aimed my sweeping kick at the guy's genitals before but they had never been able to swing them out of the way of my foot the way that Frank's balls swung away from my foot while fighting in the nude.

I got back to my feet and Frank attacked again, our bodies clashed together and I think Frank suddenly got the idea, I wasn't training, this fighting was nothing to do with the fact that I had let the murderer get me to the floor so quickly and as I raised my arms at the same time as twisting my body and collapsing my knees to 'squirt' my body out of Frank's attempted bear hug, as my face passed his scrotum I realised that Frank was showing his excitement.

We traded blow after blow, each parrying or blocking the other and all the time Frank's cock was growing harder and harder, I allowed myself to be distracted by the thought that I should just give in or Frank might lose interest in fucking me. That distraction was just enough for Frank to slip in a stunning blow and I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes slumping over.

Frank didn't jump back this time, instead, he followed me down to the tarpaulin, almost matching my speed and as I rolled onto my back, readying my leg for the kick, Frank had my body covered; his cock was like a guided missile striking home in my cunt. As Frank started to fuck me I fought as hard as I could to get out from under him, the more I fought, the more excited Frank became and the more excited he became, the harder he fought to keep on top of me.

This time when Frank shot off he didn't jump back as he had the night before, this time, his face was bright red from the exertion and his face was the mask of a wild man. As his balls boiled over Frank's body pounded down even harder against mine, it was as if a primeval force was trying to deliver his semen directly into my womb, bypassing my vagina and cervix.

As Frank and I lay on the tarpaulin covered sand panting and gasping for air, Frank was beginning to apologise once again, this time, for knocking me down as well as potentially knocking me up. I rolled over on top of him and tried to get his now flaccid cock back inside of me again as I kissed him passionately all over his face, Frank started to laugh and I had to stop kissing him and pull my head back to look down at him, "I'm forty not fourteen, it will take me a few hours to get hard again!" "It didn't take that long last night and you were asleep then!" "Well, in my defence, I have no idea why that happened, it's never happened to me before and I have no idea why it happened last night!" "Did you have a sexy dream?" "I have no idea, but I must have had one I guess!"

We walked to the deck hand in hand, it was still unusual for me to be walking around in the open air in the nude and I almost fainted when two hikers walked up and started talking to Frank, Frank was totally casual about being nude in front of two men who were fully dressed, they were asking for permission to camp on Frank's land, it seemed that it wasn't unusual for people to camp out on Frank's mountain, they even had a hikers guide that said if there was no car on the drive to go to the large field behind the barn, there were other rules, no vehicles to be brought onto Frank's land and no open fires except in the laid out fire pit area, there was a water supply and an earth toilet as well as a cold water shower at the edge of the field.

As the two extremely happy men wandered off to pitch their tent in the large field, I hit Frank's arm, "You didn't say that people could just walk up to the cabin and see us in the nude, what if they had walked in on us while we were fighting or worse, fucking?" I was heading to get some clothes to put on but Frank stopped me, "They've already see you naked, they didn't even bat an eyelid, people out here aren't like they are in the city, they quite often come across naked people, just part of being out on the mountain!"

Frank and I sat on loungers on the deck and Frank was soon sleeping in the afternoon sun. I knew he was asleep before I heard his breathing change because I heard his thoughts inside my head again. When I opened my eyes the voice disappeared and when I closed them again the commentary just picked up again, Frank was replaying the fight and the winners spoils, Inwardly Frank was worried that it had felt too much like rape and that he had climaxed harder with me because I was trying to fight him off, than he had ever climaxed in his life before.

I asked Frank what his deepest fantasy was, I had never tried it in real life but I was sure that if I had asked the waking Frank the answer would have been far different to the reply playing in his head. ORAL SEX! Frank had been married, like most law enforcement people, they make the mistake of marrying a civilian who could never understand in a million years what kind of person is attracted into law enforcement or how the job takes over a person's life. And, as with many marriages in the job, it ended in a messy divorce.

Mary, Frank's ex would never give him oral sex, no matter how many times he begged her to do it for him. Mary was an equal opportunities misery, she neither gave Frank oral sex nor let him perform it on her and because of her standpoint, Frank had never asked another woman to perform oral sex on him and he had never offered to perform it on another woman either, not that there had been many women in Frank's life since the divorce.

Frank's biggest fantasy to that point was to be woken from sleep by a woman giving him oral sex, then a film started running in Frank's head, a film that he had watched in the past but that he had reviewed in his head many hundreds of times, I asked Frank to tell me how a woman would perform the perfect blowjob on him in his opinion. Thousands of images flashed through Frank's mind of women sucking men's cocks, some lovingly, some a little harder, there were images of cocks burying deep in a woman's throat as well as men fucking a woman's mouth hard as she gasped and choked, so oral sex really did feature large in Frank's imagination.

I was brought up as a good Catholic girl, mainly because of my grandmother rather than my own mother, oral sex in the Catholic world was a big no-no, a man's seed would fall on fallow ground if a woman took it in her mouth and that was definitely frowned upon in the church of my grandmother. In fact, my mother was so far from my grandmother's stance that she insisted that if I didn't take birth control, she wouldn't allow me to live in the dorm at the academy, so I had gone for implant injections, even though I was still a virgin and had absolutely no intention of changing that status, that was, before I had my near death experience.

I had never performed oral sex but at least I had a good idea what Frank wanted me to do for him, I knew that dinner would need to be started in two hours so I set my wrist watch alarm for one hundred and five minutes time and I would wake Frank with a special kind of kiss.

I tuned Frank out of my thoughts and I also fell asleep out in the sun. My surprise was ruined though, Frank woke just before my watch went off and he started to prepare the vegetables for dinner as I woke to my wrist watch beeping.

After dinner Frank persuaded me to go for a walk with him around his land, I wanted to at least put my panties on but Frank talked me out of it, he guided me purposefully through the large meadow where the two guys had set up their pup tent and had a camp fire burning, both men were cooking over the open fire, they had wrapped corn cobs in aluminium foil and they were sitting in the embers at the fire's edge, the smoke rising from the fire was mind-blowingly aromatic, the fire was mainly pine which spat and hissed as it burned but there was a few sprigs of Rosemary, at least one branch from an old sandalwood tree and at least three other kinds of wood that I couldn't recognise but the mixed aromas were fantastic.

Frank squatted down on a cut log by the fire, opposite the two men cooking their dinner. I was dragged down by Frank's side and we spent an hour or so chatting with the two men about their holiday so far, as we were all talking together, I definitely felt that Frank was showing me off, and who could blame him, a forty year old man, naked with a twenty year old woman, also naked, who wouldn't want to show off their good fortune.

We had great sex, I let Frank have free reign, I wouldn't have refused him anything that he asked for but Frank was just being conventional, missionary sex, lots of kissing and cuddling, Frank gave me five really lovely orgasms before he allowed himself to fire off, he was about to pull out but I wrapped my legs around his bottom and held him in place so that all of his seed went into my cunt.

Once again after fucking, Frank spooned with me, he was talking to me and he fell asleep without me realising because the conversation didn't end with him falling asleep, I only realised he was sleeping when I opened my eyes and the voice in my head stopped, I closed my eyes and the voice started again, just a few seconds of the narrative were missing. Now that I understood what the confusing noises in my head had been all these years, I tried to 'tune Frank out'.

It took an hour but I finally worked out how to stop Frank's voice in my head, and just to prove to myself that it wasn't a coincidence, I let Frank back into my head and then tuned him out again. I was just about to fall asleep when another voice entered my head, slightly fainter than Frank's; I had to assume that one of the hikers had fallen asleep.

I saw an image of the younger of the two hikers in my head so I guessed that I was connected to the older hiker, that or the younger one was looking at himself in a mirror in his dreams. The image panned through one hundred and eighty degrees, there was a branch up close to his face, he squatted down and lifted the branch away from in front of his eyes.

Frank and I were squaring up on the tarpaulin, it was strange to see the fight from someone else's point of view, I saw Frank's fist connect with my chin and I spiralled to the floor, my mouth moved but what I said didn't come through, the wild kick towards Frank's groin looked a lot wider of the mark than I had thought it was from my perspective, even so, Frank dodged the kick as if it had been right on target. The other hiker squeezed in at the side of the first so both the men watched the second part of the fight, as Frank jumped on top of me after knocking me to the floor for the second time, the two men looked at each other, there was a whispered, "Do you think Ginger and the old guy are father and daughter?" "Could be, but the guy doesn't have any ginger in him!" "No but now she has some old man in her!" Both men chuckled at the joke and I watched as Frank fucked me on the ground.

Either the sex session between Frank and I took a hell of a lot longer than I thought it had or the hiker was playing the bits he likes seeing over and over again, then the scene jumped to Frank and I walking through the meadow towards their camp fire, the two men nudged each other and there was a whispered, "You think he's bringing her over to watch us two fuck her?" "I doubt it, would you share her if you had her?" "If I could watch I would!" Then the two men chuckled again as Frank and I got closer to them.

Frank sat and pulled me down at his side, the man whose mind I was tuned in too didn't take his eyes off of the patch of ginger between my legs, well, that and flashing up at my breasts occasionally, he watched as a globule of Frank's spunk dripped out of my cunt and onto the log we were sitting on. Suddenly his friend's thoughts broke in to my mind as did Frank's thoughts. Three men were difficult to follow in my head and it was like being back at home with dozens of voices, possibly even hundreds if not thousands of voices I had listened to all of my life.

I practiced and managed to tune each man out of my thoughts in turn, I watched the replay of Frank fucking me and my struggling with him, the second run through the hiker's mental video the sex act looked a lot more like rape and I sensed that the concentration and exaggeration of the rape play act was turning the hiker on more than the actual sex act had, then he went through the thought of joining in with Frank to help him fuck me went through his head again. I held the thought and then swapped over to Frank and redirected the image of the two hikers asking Frank if they could take a turn at me as well.

Frank's reaction was instant, his erection pressed against my bottom, just as it had the night before, I was sure that I could have elicited the same response as I had the day before, I opened my eyes and lost the connection to all three men, it was four o'clock in the morning, if I went to sleep now I wouldn't wake until around lunch time and Frank would miss out on his wakeup call that I had planned for him.

I wondered if Frank would mind an early call, say, something like four o'clock in the morning. I wriggled down in the bed and took Frank's cock in my mouth, I tried to remember everything that I had seen about sucking a cock from Frank's mental pictures and as soon as I started getting it right I was rewarded by a few seconds of shared pleasure through our mental link before Frank's hands reached for the back of my head and started pressing down as Frank's hips started to roll up and he began fucking my mouth and he was fully awake.

I relaxed my throat as much as I could but I couldn't stop myself gagging and choking on Frank's cock so he gave up trying to get it deep in my throat and satisfied himself with just my mouth but at the moment of ejaculation, he pressed his cock against my oesophagus and injected his semen directly into my throat. Almost as soon as I stopped swallowing his spunk Frank went back to sleep with his cock still in my mouth.

I returned my head to my pillow, as I closed my eyes I realised why Frank had been so selfish; in his head he believed that he had dreamed it all up, that it had been his fantasy for so many years that he honestly believed that he had conjured the act in his sleep. I concentrated on the older of the two hikers and I climbed into his mind and had great sex with him, causing him to have a wet dream in his sleeping bag before I fell asleep.

On the drive back to civilisation I tiptoed into Frank's mind and encouraged him to show me more of his sexual fantasies and as he did I watched his cock grow harder and harder and then all of a sudden, a large wet patch developed inside of his trousers and began to weep into the outside world. We were getting close to the precinct when I asked Frank to think of a number, I heard him think, 'What the hell is she going on about now?', "Don't worry about that, just think of a number!"

I listened in for a moment, "Seventy-five, sixteen, four, thirty. I said think of a number, not ten different numbers."

Frank had stopped thinking and he also stopped driving, he had pulled over to the side of the road, "What the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea but it looks like I can read your mind!" 'Not only that, I can talk to you telepathically as well!'

Frank's jaw dropped, he was looking at my lips closely to see if my lips were moving or if I was doing some kind of ventriloquist act on him.

"How long have you been inside my head?"

"All weekend."

Frank called in to the dispatcher, he told the desk sergeant that he was going to kick down a few doors and rattle a few trees for a few hours and that he'd be in his office around lunch time. He drove me to a rundown hotel, "Can you do the head trick with anyone?"

"I don't know, usually the voices are just all jumbled up in my head, the first time I've had silence was when you went to sleep on Friday night, that's when I realised that the voices in my head were the thoughts of the people around me."

"So, what can you hear here?"

"About five hundred miserable people all desperately trying to work out how to get their hands on some money, or food, or a car but mainly how they are going to get their next fuck."

"There's a well-known gangster in that hotel, he's in a room on the top floor, if I get you into the next room, do you think you could get inside his head, find out something, anything, that we could use to get him off the streets for a few years?"

"I have no idea, there are too many people, I can hear forty voices just inside the hotel right now."

I went into the hotel alone with a portable radio in my handbag and I asked for a room on the top floor if possible, the manager wouldn't rent me any of the rooms on the top floor but he did give me the keys to the room directly below my target. I didn't expect much action at eleven o'clock in the morning but I was mistaken, I hadn't accounted for the fact that the criminal had been 'Working' all night and was at that moment in a deep, deep sleep.

It took a huge amount of concentration to focus in on just my target; Frank had wanted me to find out the name of the bank that he kept his ill-gotten gains in; even that simple fact had eluded the police for many years. "If you can find out which branch office he uses, we could take his picture in and ask the right people the right questions."

I had a bigger problem than that though, if I tried to ask a direct question to his subconscious mind he might suspect something was wrong. I needed to observe his dreams and find out how he talked to himself and then try and work through the right 'Voice' the right inflections, even the right accent. So I settled into a few hours watching a gangster movie playing through in his head.

I watched a dozen different sexual fantasies as he played them through in his head, he was definitely very keen on violent sexual acts, after a few hours I started to interact with him, started to guide him, I realised that he was about to wake up soon, an appointment kept running through in his head for six o'clock that evening, something important, something that would make him a lot of money.

I knew that I would get little more from him before he woke so I gave him a little reward and I exercised his mind a little more and gave him an orgasm just before his phone rang for his late afternoon call. I had been writing notes all afternoon, nothing made any sense to me at all but I had written everything down. As soon as he left the hotel I beat a path to central precinct and Frank's office.

"Sorry there isn't much good stuff here, I was worried about asking too much too quickly, so I just let him ramble and took notes."

Frank's smile stopped me in my tracks, "Not much, not much, I've got enough here for a conviction, not enough for a prison sentence but enough to get me a warrant to haul him in for questioning, if I had him in here for forty-eight hours would you be able to get more information out of him?"

"Well, not here, there are more people in here than back at the hotel, in one of the smaller stations, one that we could empty out more easily, I might be able too."

"You get some sleep, you look exhausted, we'll pick him up on his way back to his hotel, we'll grill him until about ten o'clock tomorrow evening, I'll get someone to pick you up from your place at ten o'clock tomorrow night, get dressed up like a hooker, we'll throw you in the next cell to Antonio, he'll be very tired, hopefully you'll get what we need from him overnight."

I dressed in a very short skirt with stockings and suspender belt, a crop top with my bra on show, ridiculously high heels on my shoes and my hair frizzed up high on my head, I had also gone to town on my makeup and nails. I carried a small spangle covered purse and had gum in my mouth. My mother was totally disgusted when she saw me dressed that way and when I opened a box of ten condoms and tipped its contents into my purse, flicking two of them back out, ten condoms would indicate an unsuccessful hooker.

It took me an age to convince my mother that I wasn't going on a date and that I was actually working vice, that lie was supported by the fact that it was a 'Paddy wagon' that collected me from home. The two officers who delivered me to Precinct Sixteen knew that I was a police officer but they didn't tell the desk sergeant at the Sixteenth that I was in the force to ensure that I was treated like a real prostitute would be treated.

I was handcuffed in the custody suite and the desk sergeant booked me in, I knew instantly that Antonio could hear every word that was spoken to me, the charges were read out, common prostitution and conspiring with others to rob my punters. Antonio also heard the argument that I shouldn't be there, that I should have been taken to Central's custody suite but he was told that his cell was the only empty cell in the county and that he could expect to take even more as the night went on.

The contents of my purse were detailed to me, the eight condoms, the three hundred dollars and the opened pack of Spearmint gum, Antonio had repeated the contents in his mind and he had agreed that I was definitely a working girl. The cells at the Sixteenth were the older styled 'communal' cell, two open rooms with bars on three sides and between them, they could take twelve people in each but they kept the men and women separate.

Antonio tried to spark up a conversation with me but I just turned my back on him and tried to ignore him as much as possible. I even curled up on a bench and pretended to sleep. I suddenly got visual streaming in my head, he was wondering who my pimp was, he ran through a list of the pimps that he knew, I managed to get names and telephone numbers for eight pimps, I wrote them all down without Antonio seeing me. I really needed him to go to sleep so that I could start working on his sleeping mind.

I heard Frank arrive close by, he had another detective with him and the guy's brain was shouting out loud and clear, he was trying to talk Frank into releasing Antonio, suddenly I saw 'Five thousand dollars,' in his mind, Antonio had promised him the money if he was out of the cells before midnight. I also saw the conversation between the two men, Antonio was telling the detective to find any evidence and make it disappear.

I passed on what I had seen in his partner's head, Frank asked if I was sure. "Did you leave him in the interview room in central while you went to the bathroom?"

"Yes I did!"

"That was when it happened, no wonder you guys never managed to get the dirt on Antonio,"

I looked in on both men's mind as Frank said, quite out of the blue, "Where did you collect your five thousand dollars from Pete?"

"What five thousand dollars Frank?"

"The five big ones that Antonio paid you to shred any evidence I had on him!"

Pete said, "I don't know what you mean Frank!"

But in his mind I saw a safe deposit box in the bank.

I thought, 'Frank, he collected the cash off of a teller in the National Bank of Commerce and took it down into the depository below, he has a box, number six-two-five, the teller is Edward Shornyk.'

"Pete, I was hoping that if I gave you the chance to come clean it would save me going in too hard on you!"

"Frank, I don't know what you're going on about."

"We know all about Eddy Shornyk and the safe deposit box, I have a search warrant for box six-two-five, we'll be opening it up as soon as the National Bank of Commerce opens in the morning, I would have preferred it if you had volunteered the information."

'Frank, he's wondering how many of his other crimes you know about!"

"Pete, you have to know that we've been suspicious of you for a while, we know all about your past misdemeanours, come clean with me now, get it all out of your system and I'll put in a good word for you."

Suddenly I saw a rush of crimes, not just turning a blind eye to criminal activities for money but also helping criminals to execute crimes, helping in the planning of crimes and providing information to help criminals to commit crimes. While I was helping Frank to compile his list of crimes against Pete Antonio had fallen asleep on a bench in his cell.

Frank used the information I was feeding him to keep Pete off balance and Pete finally admitted to about a hundred crimes of differing orders of magnitude, the confession tape recorded in the main interview suite and all on tape and in front of the custody sergeant.

I settled down once again and slipped into Antonio head, I found that I was already there in his head, he was fantasising that he had talked me into letting him fuck me through the bars separating our two cells. I encouraged him on and as I was already part of his fantasy, I could happily talk to him. Frank had mentioned that Antonio was suspected of killing a grass called Tall Larry and in Antonio's head I had seen several of his trusted lieutenants and one of the most trusted was Roberto Videtchy.

'Rob Videtchy told me that you whacked Tall Larry, I'm really glad that you did him over, he put my father inside to get off a minor charge, how did you do him?'

I then took notes on everything that Antonio told me about his crime, how he killed Larry, how he and his men took Larry's dead body out to a switchback off the railway, two miles out of town and buried his body at the back of a storage shed, what he'd done with the gun and a full list of everyone who had helped and everyone that he thought could have known he'd done it and one of those names was Detective Pete, Pete had taken the gun that killed Larry and placed it in an evidence box to a long closed crime.

I passed the information on to Frank while he was allowing Pete to talk to his lawyer in private. Before I woke up in the morning, Frank had exhumed Tall Larry's body from his railway grave and he had rescued the long closed evidence box and found Antonio's gun with Antonio's and Pete's finger prints on it.

Before Frank took me home, he took me to his apartment and he raped me, well, I say raped me, I saw in his head exactly what he wanted to do to me and I agreed in his head, so he got to rape a whore as she was kicking and screaming to get away.

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